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cut from a thicket lining the river bank; and, by stand- 
ing on the boulders, well out toward the centre of the 
stream, Hugh found he could make a tolerable cast. He 
first tried a brown hackle. Finding that nothing rose, 
he changed it for a red ibis. At the third cast there was 
a splash among the eddies of the stream, and the rod bent 
almost double. 
The strain came so quickly that the fisherman lost his 
balance and plumped fairly into the river. Fortunately, 
the water was not deep, and the plunge resulted in noth- 
ing worse than an extremely cold bef ore-breakfast dip. 
Teddy rushed to the rescue, and, after ten minutes' care- 
ful manoeuvring, — for Hugh was too thorough a fisher- 
man to throw aw^ay the chance of killing a fine fish just 
for a ducking, — they managed to land the game. 
It proved to be a splendid salmon, weighing at least 
six pounds. Hugh was proud enough w^hen he scrambled 
up the bank bearing the big fish, his beautiful gray sides 
glittering in the sunlight. 
Meanwhile, Rob had been in no less luck. Within 
twenty rods of the camp, he had started up a rabbit, and 
bagged him at the first shot. 
Good for you, my boys ! " exclaimed the ex-manu- 
facturer, as the two purveyors came into camp almost 
simultaneously. " There's not much danger of starving 
while you are on the commissariat ! " 
Teddy, who had a wonderful knack of cooking, pre- 
pared some broiled slices of salmon in fine style. And, 
